IV streams of dopamine
You got all your options on the screen
You got things you never knew you’d need
Who needs all your hopes and dreams
When you can watch your life from the mezzanine
The stage ain’t what they said it’d be
This ain’t Kansas anymore
They locked the windows and the doors
I’m handcuffed to my seat
And I hear them whispering
Oh no, here she goes
We gotta fix it before we lose control
Don’t wanna risk it when we’re so close
You gotta follow the yellow brick road
Oh no, here she goes
We gotta make sure you always know
That no matter where you go
You gotta follow the yellow brick road
Anger, sadness, apathy
Is part of regular programming
Yeah it’s just what being grown means
Keep your hands feet in the ride at all times
‘Cause if you get out then you just might feel alive
And then we gotta wipe your pretty little mind
And the paperwork is one hell of a time
This ain’t Kansas anymore
They locked the windows and the doors
I’m handcuffed to my seat
And I hear them whispering
Oh no, here she goes
We gotta fix it before we lose control
Don’t wanna risk it when we’re so close
You gotta follow the yellow brick road
Oh no, here she goes
We gotta make sure you always know
That no matter where you go
You gotta follow the yellow brick road
Follow follow follow follow
Follow follow follow follow
The yellow brick road
Follow follow follow follow
Follow follow follow follow
Follow the yellow brick-
Oh no, here she goes
We gotta fix it before we lose control
Don’t wanna risk it when we’re so close
You gotta follow the yellow brick road
Oh no, here she goes
We gotta make sure you always know
That no matter where you go
You gotta follow the yellow brick road
Follow follow follow follow
Follow follow follow follow
The yellow brick road
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